bright.

Glorious light.

Robin didn't know why, even though his eyes were blind, he still clearly saw the light.

It was like suddenly opening a golden door in front of him.

The light that surged out of it shone his world like day.

He suddenly realized-

The light was not seen by the eyes, but from his brain.

Everything except the gate belongs to nothingness.

Dongdong.

Dongdong.

At this moment, Robin couldn't tell whether the sound came from his heart or from the side of the door.

It seems that someone is knocking.

Call him at the other end of the door.

Robin raised his head curiously and looked at the sacred door quietly.

It was at this moment that he seemed to have captured the existence of God.

...

"How is this possible..."

Prisra's face was completely stiff, her lips were slightly opened, and she forgot about the movement for a moment.

In the darkness, in front of her, on Robin's body, golden light was growing continuously.

They are like flowing liquid, which spills out of Robin's mouth and nose, and gradually flows throughout his body.

This scene.

It seems familiar.

"When every forbidden mantra is [stand] in that realm, it will undergo a wonderful change in its body, transcend the human body, transcend the power given by God, transcend all things... until its end."

Raven's voice was filled with divine power, and in her new eyes, there was only that light.

The light symbolizes the power of taboos.

"No, this is impossible!"

Prisra roared, her face filled with horror.

"impossible……"

She shook her head, raised the coronal staff in her hand, and walked quickly towards Robin.

"I will never allow this kind of thing to happen!"

Prisra is going to smash their last hope.

It is also a possibility that she denies it.

She will never allow a beginner to step into that sacred realm with just a few words.

Otherwise, what's the point of her efforts over the years?

What is the significance of the existence of those forbidden spell masters she has looked up to countless times?

Her feet stepped across the wet ground, making a sound of water, leaving huge footprints on it.

Like the footprints of a devil.

The rain tonight is really too heavy.

However, just as Prisra raised her staff and was about to smash Robin's body, her feet slipped and suddenly she was pulled back by a force.

Revan's hands drove the power of magic, and two vines grew out of their palms, wrapped around Prisra's ankles, dragging her towards him.

Prisra's body dragged a water stain on the ground, but the powerful body that the vampire had allowed her to control the balance immediately. Her feet steadily penetrated into the soil, her nails were deep, and her body stabilized.

“It’s really annoying.”

Prisra made a disgusting sound from her mouth, and her feet tightened the vines.

Out of the corner of her eyes, the light on Robin's body gradually magnified.

"It's not that easy." Ruiwen gritted his teeth and laughed.

"As long as I'm still alive, I won't let you get close to him."

"Damn..." Prisra frowned and looked at Riven coldly.

At this point, she stopped saying anything, but grabbed the vine wrapped around her legs with her hands.

Then pull it hard.

Ruiwen staggered and was driven forward by the force.

Swish.

Prisra's left hand passed through the heavy rain and grabbed her throat.

"I've had enough, since you want to die so much."

Her fingers were pinching inward with force.

Raven raised his face in pain, suffocating in his throat.

"Then, you'll die."

Click.

The sound of Riven's neck breaking.

Her head hung weakly to the side, and then under the terrifying twisting force, she fell backwards.

The vines that tied her and Prisra were gradually withering.

Click.

Another sound.

Her head turned back again.

However, without the support of the cervical spine, it can only be hung on the chest weakly.

Even though his neck was twisted, Ruiwen still opened his eyes stubbornly.

The heavy rain wet her long hair, flowing down from her lost eyes, reaching her cheeks, chin, gathering into lines, and then flowing to the ground.

Prisra looked at her sadly, then reached out and pushed her gently on her chest.

Bang.

Ruiwen's body fell down weakly, splashing water.

...

The mud and water, heavy rain, mixed with blood, washed away Raven's body.

Anyone who had suffered such fatal injuries would have long been to the land of death.

Or the Hall of Heroes.

But Raven does not include.

Even though her life had passed several times in her mind, she was still gasping tenaciously.

She did not expect to become a hero and could enter the Hall of Heroes after her death.

I don’t think I’ll kill too much or do evil, and I will enter the Abyss Hell.

At least, at this moment, she doesn't want to die yet.

"No, it's not over yet..."

Ruiwen's breath opened his mouth weakly.

[Construction] The force crawled through her body, repairing the broken wound on her neck.

"Didn't you say before that as long as you're still alive, you won't let me approach Robin?"

Prisra shook her head.

She took a deep breath and smiled grimly revealing her sharp teeth.

"I want you to live and see what's going on next."

She raised her hand and waved her a sudden stroke, pointing to Robin who was trapped in the light.

"He doesn't know how to be, and he can't become a forbidden spell master."

Prisla held the coronal staff and slowly walked towards Robin.
To be continued...